Brighton Beach, Melbourne for Skywatch Friday

 

It had been a long while since my last visit to Brighton Beach, long enough for memory to soften its edges and for familiarity to turn almost abstract. The drone footage, hovering calmly above the shoreline, arrived as a quiet reminder of why this place is so deeply lodged in Melbourne’s collective imagination. From above, the geometry of sea and sand resolves into something deliberate and ceremonial, as though the coast itself had been composed rather than eroded. I realised, watching the footage, that my drone had sat idle for years—updated rarely, flown infrequently—despite the fact that it was built precisely for moments like this. Perhaps it is time to return to it, and to the habit of looking again, from a little higher up.

Brighton Beach is not merely scenic; it is storied. Long before it became an emblem on postcards and calendars, the shoreline was part of the Country of the Boon Wurrung people, who understood the bay not as a boundary but as a living system—provider, pathway, and presence. European settlement in the mid-nineteenth century redefined the beach’s meaning, transforming it into a site of leisure and retreat for a growing city eager to escape its own density. By the 1860s and 1870s, Brighton had become a fashionable seaside destination, its calm bay waters offering a gentler alternative to the wilder surf beaches further south.

The bathing boxes, now so inseparable from Brighton’s identity, began as modest, practical structures—simple timber sheds designed to preserve modesty in an era when sea bathing was a regulated and ritualised act. Over time, these huts evolved into expressions of personality and privilege, painted, rebuilt, and embellished across generations. Today, their bright façades form a disciplined yet playful procession along the sand, a gallery of private ownership displayed in public space. From the air, they appear almost architectural in their precision, a neat punctuation between land and sea.

What the drone reveals—what the ground conceals—is scale and continuity. The gentle arc of Port Phillip Bay, the ordered repetition of the boxes, the city skyline hovering faintly in the distance: all of it speaks to Melbourne’s long negotiation with its coastline. Brighton Beach is not dramatic in the way of cliffs or headlands; its power lies in restraint. It offers calm, rhythm, and a sense of return. Generations have walked this sand, entered these waters, and looked back at the same horizon, each time believing it their own discovery.

To revisit Brighton Beach, even indirectly through a lens, is to be reminded that some places do not demand reinvention. They wait. And when we finally look again—whether with a drone lifted into the air or simply with renewed attention—they give back more than nostalgia. They offer continuity, and a quiet invitation to re-engage with the tools, the habits, and the seeing we once valued but set aside.

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